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Details | Rhyme | |

You Don't Have To LIve Like You Did Before

You don’t have to live… 
 Like you did before!
I can give you my love… 
 And so much more!

You don’t have to keep on
 “bringing up the past…”
I will give you a peace and joy
 that will forever last!”

The chains you once had…
 No longer have to hold you down.
I will pick you up and plant you
 on solid ground!

You don’t have to live the way
 that you once lived…
An abundance of forgiveness and mercy
 is what I freely give!

You no longer have to live a life
 that is filled with fear…
I will always be your best friend. 
 I am always here!

You can come to me for a love 
that is worth finding…
My promises are forever.  
You need no reminding!

You can be a new creation. 
 Old things passed away.
I am that I am.  And I can change
 your life TODAY!

I am Jesus.  Your provider. 
 The all-sufficient one.
My arms are wide open for you… 
 Won’t you come???

By Jim Pemberton   
12/07/10


Details | Free verse | |

Lolly

Obviously, I am kissed 
Once more by destiny 
When clock touching
The summer moonlight night
Without pain
And, flatten the thought 
By the buzzing bug
With a fiery lips, awaking 
My lonesome blood 
Into whacking as I fell 
Into her breath
With its natural scent 
Like Venus, the god
Wrapped my lonely body 
By sweet loving hand 
That I felt like 
Lolly candy
Wanting… 
To be licked 
By you, again and again  


Details | Rhyme | |

This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Acrostic | |

A Winter Sport--double acrostic--

Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.


My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


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Create In Me A CLEAN Heart

Create In Me A Clean Heart... Create in me a clean heart, Oh God, and renew a right spirit within me. May my flesh be crucified... so that YOU... others may see! Please don't remove from me your presence, or Holy Spirit. May I meditate upon your word... and daily live it! Restore unto me the joy of your salvation... As I serve you with a deep love and appreciation! I will teach sinners, of your wondrous ways. So that they my serve you all of their days! I will shout aloud of your righteousness and proclaim That you have delivered me from all guilt and shame. As my lips are open... I will sing glory & praise to YOU! May you be exalted in all that I say and do. My sacrifice to you are a spirit and heart that's broken. God will not reject me... this he has spoken! May I bring sacrifice and obedience as I come to your altar. You are my solid rock... like the "Rock of Gibraltar!" Thank you for cleansing and making me whole. You brought healing... and restored my soul! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 51:10-17


Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


Details | Haiku | |

Halloween Haiku (for Linda-Marie the sweetheart of P.S.'s contest)

Halloween Haiku
(9.7.10)

Suburban parade:
A night to transform yourself,
and beg without shame.

Subsequent morning:
Pillowcases wear make up-
Wrappers and trinkets.

The Thanksgiving porch:
Mouth with one neglected tooth-
The jack-o-lantern.


Details | Terza Rima | |

November People

There are lots of people with birthdays in November. The amount of them is quite a large sum. In this big club, I happen to be a member. My flower of the month is a chrysanthemum. That word is a good stumper in a spelling bee. Correctly spelled, nobody calls you “dumb”. In November, there are not many flowers to see. It is not a month with botanical pizzazz. That’s when we see leaves falling from the tree. My birthstone is the semiprecious topaz. As far as jewels go, it isn’t worth much. I’m really not into that gemology jazz. We November people come through in the clutch. In this great big world, we are the ones to know.


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Haiku | |

Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


Details | Light Poetry | |

Magical Candy Canes

Two little candy canes were bought at a store.
Excitement abounded as they’d have a new home, to explore.
Snuggled in a sack with beautiful toys all around.
Theirs was be a happy life, you can be sure, they had found

They arrived at their new home, as in a blink.
And what did they see, oh my, everything.
All that they’d dreamt of, was before them, you know.
And foremost was the tree… that they would call home.

The tree was decorated with such aplomb and fanfare, well done.
The children laughed and giggled as they ran all around.
What a riotous but organized day of joy it had become.
With tinsel, and ornaments, and lights so profound.

The candy canes were finally put on that glorious tree,
As, yes, a few were eaten by you and by me.
The ceremony ended when an angel was placed by Papa on top.
And no one made a sound, then vibrantly applauded as he came down. 

Finally they all had dinner in the room beyond, that night.
As all settled in to wait for that illustrious visit, so right.
Joy abounded all over this house as presents were, so nicely wrapped.
And cookies were made to hand all about.

The last of the candy canes would finally be eaten on Christmas Day…
As presents lay opened and children did play.
Now don’t be sad for those two magical candy canes…
They stole a ride with Santa to the North Pole on that special day.

Merry Christmas to all at Poetry Soup!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Revised- Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle...

That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !


Details | ABC | |

Quick Energy~

Quick Energy

Sight Unseen

Sometimes Pieces

Are the Ones You Miss


Details | Ballad | |

The Heart's Anxiety

Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?

She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.

My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?

Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.


Details | Lyric | |

tHE gRAVE yARD Of LoVe






                                



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 destroy.
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.


Details | Cinquain | |

Fireworks

Fireworks
Colorful Explosions
Erupting For All To View
Sparklers


Details | Lyric | |

All we want is to be famous, no matter what we are famous for, we will do it

Everyone seems happy
Everyone loves to entertain 
Everyone wants to be famous
But will you make it in this world

Pick Me Pick Me yea
im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
Im nothing but a snob

A little entertainment on tv
Where you watch your kids die
The commercial reads 
Need more volunteers to get shot

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
please select me im hot

"It just goes to show 
that all we care about 
is getting famous
nomatter what we have to do 
we will do it
just to get noticed"

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
im being someone im not

Die die die die with me
because im famous now
Die die die die with me
because i want to be noticed

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
everyone is hollow

Pick me Pick me Yea 


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Let's Get Started, Shall We?

Pretty me in colored twinkles
dancing
     in the swaying trees.
Tickle you in snowflake crystals
winking
    in the midnight freeze.
Wish me tight in gift wrapped
happies
    hidden close behind your grins.
Bring heaven in the front door
singing
    and let the joy begin!  ; )
x


Happy Holidays, Soup Poets!

Love you,  xo j


Details | Free verse | |

Glow

Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon.
A cool breeze is blowing and
A soft music seems to play in the air around me as
I think of what life has given me.

This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for.
For the longest time I've been content to be there for others
Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone.
Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go
through life without it.

Life has given me you.
You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going.
I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont
be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have.

The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full
moon above me and
I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air.
It's inside me.
 
I never have to be alone again.
Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have
someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder.
I love him
And to the very core of my being I know he loves me.

Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having.

Life has given me Suki.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Master's Voice


The Master's Voice. During our life... We have many choices. We see a lot of faces and hear many voices. There is a voice... Like no other. The words are "sweeter than butter." It's the same voice that calmed the storm in Galilee. It's the voice that offers life abundantly. Please listen to the voice of your savior today... And really listen to the words he has to say... "Come.follow me!" "And be born again!" "I'll wash you clean... And take away your sin!" His voice speaks peace to the troubled soul. And speaks joy and love to make you whole. Christ can do it with his blood-cleansing power. He can do it... This very hour! His voice beckons a never ending call. Come to him now... He's worth it all!


Details | Epic | |

Dumbing Down Of The USA

Summer hath come, May blocked the sun, son, yet I know you read this Jedi 
poetry.
Airwaves reek of radiation, reverberation stagnant holds no key.
Here we, hear yee, Kings of Alchemy 
everyday, every way, mopping floors like janitors, scientists of style, fluidity.

Yet, have you ever seen "Good Will Hunting?" "How do ya' like 'dem apples!?!"
Faces fraught with pale, we do not understand or yet fully comprehend what it 
is being accomplished here.
Still, week after week, we build this small community of ambition through 
attrition. We pour out our souls...FOR WHAT? Bickering in this pan, flash 
flooding through months supposedly in a drought. But, FOR WHAT"S IT ALL 
ABOUT. (or Aboot, for my Canadian brother's and sisters)

I give thanks for your interaction, but will not accept judgment of the few. In 
fact, purists, I will address you too, by flying high my middle finger, resisting 
the itch to even edit this "worthless excuse for a poem". But I know better 
than to pester you much more than that. For I too, need readers, and you're 
dropping like flies in protest. Still I say: "You're pissed off, it sure beats 
getting pissed on!"  Perhaps the world really fades to black when everyone 
stops talking of you.

There is not much I believe in firmly as the Universe/Multiverse is a million 
white canvases. But I, and I do mean butt-eye believe we are waking up. My 
duty involves elimination of the snooze button. If wishes were coffee, I'd stir 
the world hot, and see that cups overflow with pure energy. The black veil 
over our many nations needs lifted, and it's gonna take full concentration, 
positive motivation, and quite possibly myriads meditating.

 Amen brothers and sisters! 
***
If this piece doesn't resonate, I recommend one week off from television and 
or video games to improve clarity. Light becomes clear when dimming what's 
dumbing you down.


Details | Rhyme | |

HE Will Lead Me:

He Will Lead Me… Jesus is with me every step that is taken, With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken! A straight and narrow path is what he will make, He’s there to lead and guide me every step that I take. Every choice I have, every step that is made, The price for my life—on Calvary— has been PAID. His word shall direct me which way I should go, It shall be a lamp unto my feet down here below. His Holy Spirit will gently give me Godly correction And shall always lead me into the right direction… By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


Details | Haiku | |

Natural Way

Nature’s way performs
Bountiful and courageous
Beyond forever

Sometimes a delight
Others destructive design
Her choice always stands

Mankind may alter
She has the complete last word
Femininity 

Father times advice
Allowed in little broadness
Rippled subtleness

Serendipity
Plays out spreading the balance
That’s natural way


Details | Rhyme | |

Our God Reigns


Our God Reigns…

Our God reigns in the heaven’s above!
Behold the mighty works of his power and love!

Our God reigns in the mountains on high!
His power reaches down to the deserts so dry!

Our God reigns on his heavenly throne!
He wants to be the Lord of our hearts and homes!

Our God reigns over the majestic seas!
His creation is magnificent!  This you can see!

Our God reigns over governments here on earth.
He gave his son, so we can have a “new birth.”

Our God is mighty!  Everyone shall kneel before him!
He longs for us to worship and adore him!

Our God has made a mansion for you in heaven.
He wants to be your God!  Won’t you let him?

Our God stands knocking at your heart’s door.
Won’t you let him in?  What are you waiting for?


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Awe Shucks

Clam shucker yup that's me.
Ice cold or hot from the pot
will you take 6, 12, or 3 ?
Oysters, shrimp and crabs
complete the lot.
Fresh seafood in summer
hits the spot.
Island music is what 
I choose to play.
It makes the customers
come my way.
Toes tapping some dancing
while they wait.
To be shucked
the clam and oyster's fate.
The village street comes alive
when I arrive.
The music sets the beat
as people fill the street.
It's work but in a wonderful way
clam shucking for my pay.


Details | Free verse | |

Sting to Sing

Star dust;
red powder on your lips
in the creases lit
against the moon...

Shadows luminescent;
rose water breath
and a needle to sew
the Milky Way closed...

You step to edges of mountains
and check the pulse of black expanses
with star dust,
rose water,
ink eyes and padded fingers...

Red powder on your lips
and the wailing songs of eternity
running through your veins.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.


Details | Light Poetry | |

what christmas means to you

 Even though at this time of year it is supposed
to be a time forpeace and goodwill with happiness
and goodcheer is that really
something we see clear.

People may do their best to forget the troubled
times with their pain and distress,
to join in the festive fun and enjoy the
dinner well-done.

Should it be just once a year that we
make a special time to share with
our loved ones so dear.
Ofcourse we can do this through-out the year
make it a time to get together and build
on our relationships with others as we
strenghthen the bonds with sisters,Fathers
Brothers and our Mothers.

December 25th is not the birth of Christ it
is just a Mere Myth so why people 
celebrate this certain date is something
for others to think and contemplate.


Times are increasingly more difficult and
understandingly we want to enjoy ourselves
only natrual but this season seems to give
people an excuse in which they reason 
to over-eat, and drink to excess to
 drown their sorrows they express
as the Special day ends their lives return
back to normal tomorrow. 

It can be a lonely time for many in this
December month as some are alone
during this holiday and that can be
sad for some while it seems the rest of the world
 are having a goodtime and lots of fun.

There are many through-out the world who
are still suffering  from lack of food and sanitation
no water which causes severe de-hydration don't
you think it is only right to spare a thought for such
ones going through a terrible time of starvation it kills
slowly and affects many atribe and nation.

Thousands may donate to these ones to give hope
they can revive many in order to help them
survive, but many loose their battle as it is
too great to cure as so many struggle to 
endure the distress of hunger pangs .

The moral of this poem is to encourage people
to think of the world and not just for a split second then
blink. Take time to count your blessings and be
thankful for what we have and also about the peace
and security we wish to possess in the world will
we really see a world full of peace well 
in the Bible it gives us a promise and hope
that soon God is going to take action and intervene
in human affairs and this will be our release, to prove to us that he deeply
and truly cares and that is a promise bestowed
to us beyond comapare. 
It gives much comfortto know there is a brighter
future for all who wish to take 
lifes water free God will do this
a promise we will soon see.


Details | Tanka | |

Nature and Humanity

Effervescent dreams
Flow down upon mother’s plate
Chilled by destined fall 
A time always remembered
Appearing third time of year

Season of life fades
Human apertures grow weak
Though, knowledge is strong
Love holds different stages
Bonding affections with key

Combined all blessings
Unfold into beauty bold
Each respect enriched
Of their returning faction
Crossing over great divide

To rapture rebirth
Forming times readmission
Natural recourse
Within nature is beauty
Returning humanity


Details | Free verse | |

Kids and Bells...

If the bells of Cristmass ring in your town...
How late do you stay...waiting around...
For the snow is falling...and kids are calling...
All waiting for Cristmass to come...
For all through out this land...Cristmass is at hand...
You can hear the calling...till the morning...
Even in your sleep...
Now and then...Santa wins...
He comes into your world...
For if you think...what guilds him to...
The night we make for him...
As he worked all year...for Cristmass cheer...
As he fills the trees...each and ever year...
The kids know...as it goes...
The bells give in to his calling...


Details | Free verse | |

Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair


Details | Haiku | |

Triple Delight

Sweetened fair caress
Dreaming sallow mountaintops
Bleached yummy delight

Mello crimson mix
Sensing scarlet falling leaves
Mouthwatering pleasure

Russet mixed within
Cheerless delighting nature
Succumbs emotions


written for
Sponsor Poet Destroyer ~ A  
Contest Name Neapolitan Ice Cream (HAIKU) 


Details | Senryu | |

Long Summer Days Soon

She had a baby
today.  She's only sixteen.
Long summer days soon.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Said I AM


God said;  My provision for you
 is more than enough.
I'll see you through when the going gets rough.

I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told.
I am Jehovah...your provider... 
more precious than gold.

I am the sufficient one who's able
 to meet your need.
Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed.

Eat of the Bread of Life that
only I can give!
Allow it to enrich your soul
each day you live. 

Come and drink of my water which
 never shall run dry.
I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai!

I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land.
I am here for you!  Give me your trust and your hand.

Let me do what no other power or God can do.
I am that I am!   I am God!   And I'm here for you!

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | Verse | |

Fill Er' Up - Holiday Office Party Ideas

Fill Er' Up - Holiday Office Party Ideas
 

   To give out Scratch Off 's,

     To give out Gift Cards,  

      will please them fine.

 Just put these items in a Pinata, 

    and have a swinging time!

   Then comes musical chairs,
 
        and singing Karaoke;
  
    and you can even tell some
        hilarious little  jokees !

       Now play the game,

 "Are You Smarter than a 5Th Grader."
   It can make your party so much better!
     
      Yet, it's your choice, but choose a 
competition where all can have a voice.

   Now, you have some choices here,
   to make your party more hearty!

         Copyright McCuen 2008


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SOFT ORANGE BLOSSOMS

These soft orange blossoms
are more colorful and fragrant
than the velvety, wild roses...
hastily clinging to sturdy sunflowers' stems,
fretting a danger too real and so imminent.


His manly hands attacked her in an orchard of beautiful roses, 
and she left blood stains on those delicate, scattered petals...
who did hear the young virgin's painful cry,
subdued by the quails' loud twitter in the shady elms' branches? 
Some did, but continued to walk and let her die!


Her mother wailed under the weeping, embracing elms... 
they saw her child struggle and despair, but they couldn't help;
why did that brutal man raped her and beat her to death?
And what kind of punishment he deserves for that cruel act?
Wouldn't a just judge be furious and imprison him for life?


A light wind detached the soft orange blossoms from the branches,
and let them gently fall on her violated body to cover with dignity 
the purest and youngest blood spilled in the meadow of clovers;
God Himself cried from His throne, and sent His angel of mercy
to the sorrowful and lamenting earth, which had seen the eyes of innocence.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Couplet | |

Musical Fruit

It is the seasonal time for gas.
It’s usually gentle on pass.
Favorite when weather gets cold.
Age old recipes prepared so bold.
Tis natural things, we all do.
Some may try, though there is a clue.
Cannot mistake the odor it shares.
Indeed it is made with natures cares.
Warms the body, soul so very well,
Though it has a historic story to tell,
Tis the season for many more things,
Truly it has a musical tone that rings.


Details | Free verse | |

Thanksgiving through...

A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us 
Halloween ghouls to the door

The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows, 
winds blow cold with a roar

and puddles they widen 
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go 
for the leaves we must rake

So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves

For Christmas  approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst

Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring

Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.


Details | Free verse | |

The Summer Scene

Glistening skin,
Rays beating me from pale to bronze,
Slathering sun serum to push away,
Every beaming UV ray,
Rising earlier to start my day,
Bumblebees,
Humble me,
Find bliss by water,
Cruise from music to music,
Shower me with the beats,
Summertime is how we live.


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Venus in a Bikini

Some oils on canvas by Sandro Botticelli will never capture what I now see. There is a young woman with great beauty. This heavenly vision is stimulating me. As Jackson Browne sings: “She must be somebody’s baby”, the music and lyrics describe her completely. Frolicking in the sand along the sea, it looks as if I see Venus in a bikini. Running with the rhythm of the waves’ crashing sound, she has the attention of other men around. On this beach, no greater beauty can be found. Did this doll rise from the ocean on a seashell? On each man, she has cast a magic spell. This pretty young thing is something special. Today on the sand and surf, she’s a spectacle. All the other guys want to make time and have fun. Who would not want her? Who will be the lucky one?


Details | Free verse | |

Me in December

me in December is missing. 

i am found at all other times of the year

but right now...everything is severing

coming apart in little pieces falling to the floor. shattering i am deaf to it.

you are smiling, buying, giggling...drinking singing

contemplative i sit watching...waiting, just waiting 

green red, red green...snow topped mountains

it means nothing...when you cant feel it that false warm excited feeling that 
comes with the holiday. it means nothing to those who cannot hear the music 
coming from your heart. 

it means nothing to someone who is looking for more then it is meant. me in 
December is in mourning

i am missing...


Details | Haiku | |

a mom and her child...


a mom and her child...
enjoying the quiet lake,
my priceless treasures 


Details | Couplet | |

Now a Pasture - Couplet Challenge

My heart is not into mowing grass.
Although I must since I’m middle class.


written for
Sponsor Susan Burch 
Contest Name Couplet Challenge 


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know WHO Holds The Future

Our Future... 

I do not know what our 
future may bring,
But there's a promise I know...
this one thing. 
Jesus has promised to take
care of us,
If we'll simply give HIM
all of our trust. 

Sometimes it's difficult... 
during times of uncertainty,
But Jesus wants to be
our security... 
It's hard to say in words
it really is
To know he is mine
and I am his... 

I think of the coming
days ahead...
God's children are never forsaken,
nor their children begging
for bread... 


By Jim Pemberton
 © 2008




Details | Rhyme | |

I Can't Break This Habit Lord Help Me

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton 
  02/05/11


Details | Quintain (English) | |

A BLANK MIND VOID OF INSPIRATION

Woke up with a terrible headache,
pounding this brain, spoiling the taste
of the delicious mocha coffee I sip;
tired of watching the urban morning news,
troubles abound, so do my Holiday blues.


And a blank mind void of inspiration
adds to my unbearable, changeless woes;
wouldn't someone cheer me up, and with a convulsion,  
revive my weak breath risking annihilation?
Fresh air, crisp and fragrant, is needed into my lungs. 


A blue and bright sky isn't sought after when it's frigid,
all my body wants to do is keep itself warm by this fireplace,
watch the log's fire rising amid the reddish bricks of the chimney walls...
imagining throngs of scintillating fireflies float on a mild summer's evening;
wouldn't a hot bowl of chicken soup will revive me and do me good? 


And a blank mind void of inspiration
can spend a whole day in idleness when thoughts do escape;
and once they are gone, they are lost forever to memory and vision,
but wouldn't this be an horrible thought to hold them in my grip,
wanting them to stay...not to connote guilt?


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Here's The Answer To A Hopeless Situation

Jesus Is the Answer

Jesus is the answer to a hopeless situation 
He' brings peace and 
the gift of salvation

Jesus is the answer when all seems lost
He purchased your life with
 his death on the cross

Jesus is the answer to "a world gone mad."
He'll give you joy and 
a reason to be glad!

Jesus is the answer to a family torn apart.
His love will be the glue 
to "fix" a broken heart.

Jesus is the answer when all seems to go wrong.
In his arms of mercy & safety 
is where you belong.

Jesus is the answer when there's no one to turn to.
He's here right now... 
 patiently waiting for you!

Jesus is the answer and waits at your heart's door.
He'll bring the satisfaction 
you've been looking for!

Jesus has the answers in his word... so pure!
The words he speaks 
are true and secure!

Why not come to "the answer?"...  For all your prayers?
He is someone who loves you 
and really cares!

"The answer" to everything is what he brings!
He's the alpha and the omega...
our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton
02/07/09 





Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Been Found GUILTY Come to the Lord

There was a woman caught in an adulterous act.
Her accusers came after her with all of the “facts…”

She came to Jesus. .. With a heart-felt plea.
“Master….”  “Have mercy on someone like me!”

Jesus looked at her as she wept and cried.
So many other things she had already tried.

Coming to Jesus… She felt scared and alone…
Jesus told her accusers; “You without sin.” 
 “Throw the first stone.”

One by one… They dropped the stones and fled.
Rather than face the truth… 
 They ran away instead…

Jesus told the woman; “Your forgiven.” 
 “Go and sin no more…”
She was the meaning of what 
God’s grace was meant for.

If you’re caught in a situation,
 with “no way out…”
This is what the meaning
 of salvation is all about!

Any “accusers” you may have,
 will quickly run and hide.
When to Jesus you come…  
And have him “on your side…”

Allow the master to cleanse your life this very hour…
And experience the love of his life-changing power!

He’ll take you in with his arms wide open.
“You’re forgiven!”  Will be the lovely words spoken!

Be “caught up” in the savior’s 
redeeming grace…
He’ll give you hope and put a smile
 on your face!

By Jim Pemberton   03/04/11



Details | Lyric | |

My Heart

I can't find the words to console you
the right lyrics to take over and control you
but theres nothing that we can do
the good times will come and the bad times will pass
We're running in a race and were going way to fast
I don't want to let you in for the fear that you may win
My heart...............

Oh when my camera takes a snapshot
smile with every miniscule amount of happiness that I've got
Feet in the sand, walking hand in hand
dancing to the band I don't want to go on because at the crack of dawn
you may break
my heart.........

As the rain bombards my hair
wetness everywhere shake it out its okay
you'll keep me dry if I stay but if I stay
the fear is near that I may give you
My heart...............


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Festival

autumn festival
laughter is filling the air
in my ancient Greek


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Revives Nippon

If streets had beats,
Ours would be steady,
Diversity beautifies Mt. Airy,
The veins of life are blue and bright;
Here,
Nature revives our lives,
The grace of spring arrives,
I hear the children at play,
Today is pleasant,
Today is positive,
I feel so alive.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blessed Is He Who Walks Not In The Council Of The Ungodly

Blessed is he, who walks not in the
 counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly.

Blessed is he, that doesn't stand 
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
 that scorners do.

Blessed is he, who deilghts in 
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
 and understands.

Blessed is he, who meditates
 on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word, 
which gives him delight!

He shall be like a tree planted by
 the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
 seem to get hotter.

He shall bear God's
 fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.

When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...  
 as a believer!

In all that he does... 
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace 
 and a haven of rest...
 
Blessed is he who is rooted 
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and 
call God friend.

Blessed are YOU ... 
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now... 
and he's all you'll ever need!

By Jim Pemberton
2008

  




Details | I do not know? | |

Folly Fan Fare

                     Friendly Fall Follows 
                     Fretfully Finding Fulsome
                     Frolicking Fellows Frantic For
                     Fraternal Fiendish Favors
                     Full From Fallow Flavored Fancies
                     Fitting Free Falling Follies 
                     Fallaciously  Fanatically  Fuller
                     Fine Frocks Forwardly Flatly                
                     Forever Fatter Fettered Fools


Details | Haiku | |

A Pretty White Rose

a pretty white rose
her robe is being filled with
tears from someone's eyes


Details | Rhyme | |

What You're Luck Runs Out You're At A Dead End Road

What if your "luck has all run out?"
"No one listens" no matter 
how loud you shout.

What if your life has come to
 "a dead end road."
You've lost everything... Even your
 car's been towed.

What if all you have
 "suddenly dissappeared."
Your circumstances can
 be decribed as "wierd."

What if you got on your 
knees in prayer.
Knowing there's a God
 who really does care.

What if you gave Jesus 
complete control.
Giving him your life, 
heart and eternal soul.

What if Jesus gently wiped 
away your tears.
And his peace calmed 
all anxieity and fears.

What if you realized at 
this moment in time.
Jesus is worth more than
 a large gold mine.

What if he restored that you've
 lost & all that's been tekan.
With him on board... You're never forsaken!

An abundant life is that he 
promised to give.
And he will enrich your life 
each day that you live!

By JIm Pemberton 
2006 


Details | Rhyme | |

After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


Details | Haiku | |

I am a Haijin

i am a Haijin...
spirit, unites earth and sky
four lovely seasons


Details | Haiku | |

Young Poets Gather


young poets gather
on rocky beach, disguising  
as great sea turtles


Details | Haiku | |

A Nocturnal Bird

a nocturnal bird…
its eyes intently watching,
laughter’s on the ice


Details | Sonnet | |

Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

George Jargon

The cool.The night air.The mist.A breeze.The light.The stars.A kiss.A walk.
A stroll.A hint.A scent.A wish.A smile.A stare.A glance.A rain drop. A cloud.
A shower.A sunset.The dawn.A book.A song.A candle's glow.A fireplace.
A wall.A room.A pale color scheme.A bubble.A faucet drip. A cigar. The count
down.A wish A kiss.A pat on the back. A squat.A spot.A release.A drink.
Some gin.Some wine.A pomagranate.Some rum.Champagne.Love in vain.
A toast.The utmost.Imagination.Spooked Alone.The dark.A dim light. A
skeleton.A closet. Love tucked away.A rendezvous.A refuse.A sweet retreat.
A thick parfume.A message.Tlc.A lay. A midnight.Candlelight rendezvous.
TWO.US TWO.ME AND YOU.A smut game.A winner.A victor.A love that's
tame.The same.Opposites.Night into day.Window shopping.Indecision.
Beneath the moon.Sleep until noon.On the kitchen floor.By the fire place.
A blouse.A shirt.Some pants.A skirt.Silk.Satin.Linen.Lace.Fur.Leather.
Sweater.Suede.The daylight.Dawn.Daybreak.Sunday morn.Holywater.
Crispy bacon.China.Silver.Coffee.Tea.Sugar.Honey.Love's sweet treats.


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Come On I Want Smore

Ideally assembled right
Sinfully scrumous
Molten mountain gooeyness
Recreational
Skewered fashioned drive
Do you want
Smore !




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I Once Knew A Man Who Did Things His Family Didn't Understand

I once Knew a man who thought
 "things would get better."
He had children and a wife.
  But soon left her.

He met someone who "captivated his eyes."
Having an appetite for her "beauty." and lies.

His wife loved God and the
 kids with all of her heart.
"How could this happen?"  
This question "ripped her apart."

As a family.  They went to church...
 and did their "Sunday best."
How could this "happy" family
 turn into such a mess?

Temptation can happen to anyone. 
 Rich or poor.
Be careful wha  you allow to
 enter your heart's door.

Regardless of whether you've been
 a "Christian" for "20 years..."
One shameful act can cause
 heartache and tears.

What God has given to you...
  Let no one take way.
No matter what others think...
 Or what they might say.

Stay true to God.  You'll be 
glad you did!
His love and joy will bless you
 each day that you live!

This saviour is HERE NOW!  
And will never leave you alone!
Allow HIM to bring peace and
 love to your troubled home!

By Jim Pemberton 
06/14/09


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Eat, Drink And Be Merry The Night Belshazzar Died

The Night Belshazzar Died…


The night when Belshazzar seen
God’s writing on the wall,
He did not know that soon
Babylon would FALL.

This king who thought he was so 
“awesome and great.”
Didn’t know that death soon
would be his fate.

“Eat, drink and be merry”
was the motto of the day.
But God had something
else to say!

The days of endulging themselves
in wickedness and sin,
Was soon to be destroyed
by their enemies within.

This life which for long
you have enjoyed,
Shall one day perish
and be destroyed.

Allow the “writing of God”
to reach your heart’s door.
It is for you that Jesus died for!

Don’t allow the enemy
to destroy your soul.
For Jesus loves you more
than you’ll ever know!


By Jim Pemberton
2008


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Even When I Lost Everything God Chose ME

It was me that my
savior chose...
He’s supplied all my needs—
my food and clothes. 
He was there when I was
laid off from work.
Satan was saying, 
“you’re no good—just a jerk.” 

I admit; “my accomplishments—
I do not boast.”
But I do exalt the Father,
the Son and Holy Ghost. 
If not for God’s love,
I’d be dead, this I know.
This is the reason why
I love him so! 

He’s done so much for me—
it’s hard to express.
The privilege of being God’s son—
I am so blessed! 
I was a clay jar all broken apart,
But the potter put me together
from his heart. 

The glue he used was his
love for me,
That’s why I’m happy
and set free! 
This I know and hope
you’ll understand,
He’ll do the same for you—
just reach out your hand! 


By Jim Pemberton
2005


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This Road I Travel


Are you looking for joy and satisfaction
 that you “haven’t got?”
The peace and joy which you seek…  
Simply can’t be bought…

Do you seek some kind of fulfillment
 in your daily activities?
Meanwhile, pushing the envelope,
” with your liberties?

There’s a road of “good intentions.” 
 It’s wide and easy to find.
But there’s a narrow road… Which I have in mind…

This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed…
It’s only on this road, where you’ll find
 an answer to your need

This road eventually leads to a life that’s everlasting.
This brings me to a question, which I’m asking…

Are you ready to take the road that
 leads to heaven’s gate?
Will this be your choice?  Before it’s too late?

Jesus stands at your heart’s door 
and he’s knocking..
The choice is yours…  Which road you’ll
 do your walking…

Please take the narrow road… 
 It can be difficult to travel…
You should do this...  Before this world begins to “unravel.”

Jesus.  The prince of Peace...  Rules the earth
 and heavens above…
Won’t you enter his haven of rest,
 and abundance of love?

He is here waiting for you.  So loving,
 patient and kind…
Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and 
joy every single time!

By Jim Pemberton   
01/16/11


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Summer Pool

Summer Pool
Bikini time fun;
hanging ten by the cool pool,
grinning men enjoy.


Summer Season Senryu


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Even the Mountains

even the mountains
needing warmth, in winter cold 
to chant lullabies


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WEAVES

Weaves with such ease 
Eternal seas and suns into One
Avenues of harmless fun
Venture in, the surfs up some.
Equal marks of day and night 
Shorter ways to the longest light
Seems to save time…
Eave emits a Vernal rhyme
Venture into my mind.
Autumn signals the same
Eternally we see without shame
We ARE the intended perfection

Of God’s most loving devotion
We are Creation.

Winter Solstice
Equinox
Autumnal
Vernal
Equinox
Summer Solstice


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The Rain Lily

The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow

Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again

Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me


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The Beatitudes Matthew Chapter 5

Blessed are the poor in spirit.  
Theirs is God’s kingdom.
Many blessings from God… 
They shall receive them!

Blessed are they who mourn. 
 They shall be comforted.
In the loving arms of Jesus, 
they shall be well rested!

Blessed are the meek. 
 They shall inherit the earth.
And shall receive from Jesus. 
 A “brand new birth!”

Blessed are they who hunger for
 righteousness.  They shall be filled.
A desire to know more of God…
 has been instilled!

Blessed are the merciful.  God’s mercy
 they shall obtain.
As they’re an expression of Jesus’
 wonderful name!

Blessed are they with a pure heart.  They shall see God!
Though many in this world, may think they’re “odd.”

Blessed are those who are persecuted
 for God’s kingdom.
They share their testimony for Christ,
 to those who receive them!

Blessed are you when others persecute you
 and accuse you falsely.
Rejoice in the power of God! 
 He loves you most assuredly!

Rejoice that heaven shall one day
 be your reward!
So YOU can rule and reign
 with Jesus our lord!

Blessed are we who serve Christ…
 The anointed one!
Blessed are God the father. 
 The Holy Spirit.   And the Son!

By Jim Pemberton   10/31/10 
 Read Matthew 5:3-12


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Daisy Mae

My name is daisy
And I like to bask in sun and be just a little lazy

Yellow is my domain
Don't it want to drive you just a little insane

I am a world traveler
Dressed in many coated furs

I love to lounge by valleys and creeks
Even mountain tops at their highest peaks

Don't mind my matted hair
May be parted but its still has golden flare

Been stepped on one to many times
But I bounce back every time

Members of family had heads chopped off
By farmers who want to lower their crops

I love to play splish splash with the rain
Makes my fragrance drive one insane


I can even tell  if you like butter
By holding me under chin like there's no other


So stop by and just pluck me up
For I just want to be somebody's butter cup


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Beautiful Days

Sunshine  beating on my shoulders.
Wind blowing through my hair.
Just a beautiful day for walking around enjoying the sights and the sounds that happen as the seasons are changing.
Birds whistling i love you.
Smiles upon people's faces
It's just a warm warm feeling just watching as the signs of spring draw near.
Flowers are blooming love ones walking hand in hand,
Skipping to the beat of such  sweet sounds as we change into the nicest time of year.


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How Beautiful Is Our God

How beautiful is our God... 
And I shall praise him greatly!
His presence has blessed me 
and filled my life completely,

In Mt. Zion, he's to be praised... 
in the beauty of his holiness.
He's more than worthy of praise,
 in his glory and righteousness.

The joy of the earth...  
and beautiful is the situation...
To all of mankind... He's extended 
mercy and salvation.

He is known in high places as a
 God of refuge and shelter.
I will shout of his praise...
 there's no reason to whisper.
 
He is our God, and forever 
and ever, he shall reign.
He's is worthy of all praise... 
that is due to his name!

He shall lead and guide me
 from birth until death.
And his praise shall continually 
be on my breath.

Thanks be to God for 
everything he has done!
And  thanks to him 
for sending Jesus... HIS son!

He gives everlasting water 
that never shall run dry.
It is no secret how much
 he loves you and I!

By Jim Pemberton
Read Psalm 48: 1-4



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This Fourth Of July

This 4th Of July

To my fellow Americans, 
during this 4th of July.
I have a question. Here's why;

When we salute our flag
 ever so grand.
Our country's foundation
 is sinking in "quicksand."

This is because.  From God...  
We're way "off course."
Driven by lust, greed
 and an "immorality force  ."

Our ungodly government
 continues to rule.
Anything of God has been 
removed from the school.

We hear of  "separation of 
church and state."
Anything of God...  
Many people do hate!

America!  Listen to what 
this message is about.
Everything of God is 
slowly being taken out!

We must return to Jesus...  
Our freedom indeed.
This is the right direction our 
country must lead.

Godly living is worth the cost.
For without God... 
 America is forever 
doomed and lost!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


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New Year's Resolution

The end of the year is really near
O, to you, my lovely, lovely dear
I promise I will not make any stir

Let not your world dwell, in fear
For you will never sit, at the rear
As I take the old wheel and steer

I will not drink vodka, or, a beer
When the olden friends are here
Even, with my ex-seductive peer

Thou, I may share them, a cheer
It doesn’t mean, I’ll give my ear
Don’t listen, to what you’ll hear

I let not panther rose shed a tear
Whatever fight we had this year
Let live, the spirit, of New Year

Fill the house, with joy, not tear 
Besides, I’ve got no will to gear
Nor, will I seek for another dear

To you, and to my precious heir
I say a Happy, Happy New Year
Not a Happy, Happy New Dear!




Details | I do not know? | |

Current Early Evening

Look down to see a penny pitched
  to the middle of the road,
Watch as it merges with ashen asphalt
  while treads bear down their load.
Study sidewalks,greyed and uneven,
  in rioted upheaval,
The route laid victim to ignorance's
  slow,decrepit evil.
Seven stones thrown carelessly upon
  the warped and misused bike path,
Enough to dislodge the spokes of wheels;
  a quiet,usurping math.
No more may a pedestrian's pace 
  seem so steady and serene,
As the fierce sunlight strikes 
  a copper disc,burning all that's seen.

Crooked gutters are choked by pamphlet
  litter and brittle fallen leaves;
Premonition of the final,yet greatest
  of all,New Years' Eves.
Cracked roadside curbs are overgrown
  with dandelions and clover weed,
Rubble strewn about,proving that
  nothing but decay can succeed.
Nature's narrow pass no longer 
  affords any means of escape,
The trail is washed away,creek's dammed
  by shopping carts and caution tape.
Soon,hope will become as a weary
  notion,hollowly feted;
Single cent in the slow lane,
  it's condition become embedded.

Hydro-poles stand as skewed crucifixes,
  bearing data's current,
The power lines hang low,as exchanged
  information's grown fervent.
Engineers' empty plans for the city's
  whole state of disrepair,
Penny's lost currency,hundredth of a
  dollar's beneath their care.
Take heed while enjoying late summer's
  current early evening sun,
Slow walk of prosecution's witness 
  to the End as it's begun.
For,what purpose in sojourn,if the 
  season soon bleeds autumnal,
From awareness comes understanding,
  pray it's not a late arrival.
  


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Silent Poet

In winter I nestle 
under your quilt warming me  
till snow melts.

In spring I bloom 
from your quilt to bear fruits
of everlasting joy.

In summer I watch 
hordes of backpackers, under my shades 
as heat wave makes them bored.
	
In fall I remember 
you, my sanctuary, full of uplifting smiles
as I, slowly, turn into gray.

Before your eyes I became 
the silent poet, longing for your warm
embrace when winter, again, comes. 


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A BON VIVANT LIFESTYLE

A bon vivant lyfestyle 
of the Bohemians de Paris,
has always saddened and deluded me...
by seeing it in someone's happy smile.


Mademoiselles and jeunne hommes, 
exchanging artistic and poetical ideas
at the Cafe' de Flore, or at the Les Deux Magots...
with coffee aroma on their breaths.


Living in legendary and vibrant Hollywood 
is an honor to be seen with the admired and respected wealthy;
and whoever struggles, can't keep up with any of them...
whose only desire is the glitter of money.   


And steadily dreaming of a bon vivant lifestyle with an aloft
imagination, I let this want often disrupt my peaceful sleep...
not being able to accumulate, quickly enough,
fortunes and stand on that pedestal of greed.


So snap out of fantasy and don't peruse into La Dolce Vita
of Hollywood! Stay away from those extravagant fashion shows!
And at the Cannes, Capri or Venice Film Festival, avoid contact with movie stars,
stare at them from far...they are as contagious as influenza.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Lyric | |

Gray

Poor miserable mysterious color,
Not a dark, not a light, an in between. 
Oh the complexity of gray in laundry.
This neutral hazy excuse for a color,
like the polluted version of white,
or the immature offspring of black.
Gloomy, uninspiring, gray surely must be 
the fraternal twin of gleaming desirable silver. 

In a gray room, gray senses linger in air like overcast,
damp enough to deepen your breath, 
muggy enough to sting your eyes.
An old dead coat of thick gray dust 
dresses a bookshelf of unused knowledge,
which plays house to a gray photograph,
…A gray girl without a smile. 
Bulky furniture colors the room gray,
taking on a dead life of its own. 
Gray clouds stretch whistles of wind through an old window,
the eerie draft sways the once white sheets, 
stirring gray dust,
reminding us all, that time is forgotten.

Gray touches time. 
As age
As wisdom, like an old man’s beard, 
as power, like a dark stone pathway, 
forcefully planning our footsteps,
obnoxious, as a gray seagull 
stealing my sandwich crumbs, as well as my privacy on a sandy beach shore. 
Damn the gray seagull!
Interrupting the black and white rigidity in my ignorant world of perfection,
forcing me to see things as they truly are.

My eyes gaze up my mountain of hopes,
till I see a gray stormy sky, 
which casts out gray sounds like the surprise of thunder in a convertible with a 
broken top, 
playing Simon Says with chilling gray rain, 
dripping gray water spots of smeared ink on my morning newspaper,
smudging the lies, 
developed by gray minds of people unable to see past what they know,
more blind then the actual eyes of the blind, 
but better off then those with gray hearts, who do not know who they are. 


We are born opening our eyes to the white light of this world 
and die closing them to black darkness…
We are not born with gray minds 
but die with them,
as we cloud our abilities with gray standards and gray walls, 
un-wanting to explore any unfamiliar gray area,
until we ourselves, unknowingly turn gray.
Even in death, we never break the blind borders that confine us.
Our perception remains gray,
Always attempting to look beneath the surface,
When really 
We need to look at the same surface differently.
This world remembers us by what we did,
instead of who we were…
Sooner or later,
No one is ever known
And we all become…
nothing 
but gray.


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claiming to have the poets eye.

claiming to have the poets eye,
that when upon looking at the world,
your vision goes beyond the sky.
to see the formation of clouds,
the birds singing,
the insects disappearing.
sorry, sweetheart, thats no poetry of mine.
i see the loneliness,
the cold brush of wind that cuts egos like knives,
blistering tears swept away
to a place neither of us will ever know.
because fall is far from vibrant,
how cliched to write anything about the seasons change.
the leaves are dying, 
turning to shades of brown and mustard.
the fields are not gold,
they are decay.
the trees are skeletons,
naked,
your eyes violating them with every glance.
the sidewalks dampen with sheets of rain,
that cleanse the streets of viruses,
sweeping them into the heads of schoolchildren
and grocery store workers.
humiliated pumpkins sitting on doorsteps,
their bodies stripped of nutrients and life,
hollow and empty.
does assimilation make your heart heal faster?


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Wasted Years

Jesus...  I've been wasting my
 time on foolish things.
Not living a godly life,
 nor having the joy it brings.

How much of my time...
 With God...  Is actually spent?
I've never thought of what a 
commitment to God actually meant.

I need to spend more time in
 God's word.  And in prayer.
Forgive me dear Lord. 
 I didn't even care!

Even 10 minutes with you Jesus
 is more than what I've given.
Living for you...  all of the way. 
Is how I should be livin'!

 My God... My life, I give
 you complete control.
By your precious blood,
 I can be made whole!

My time with you is so
 important to me!
In finding freedom in Christ.  
I have been set FREE!

By Jim Pemberton
2006



Details | ABC | |

the struggle

i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the 
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there 
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve 
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there 
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs 
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when 
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for 
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not 
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.


Details | I do not know? | |

Who Rings...

When the bell rings...and just to fit with time...
What season are you in then...
No calling...other then the bells...
Can be heard...for the miles they sound...
Carry on with the work they do...
Each makes it's own mark...
It's own tune...just a step from each...
So no two are alike...when the bell's ring...
Now more then before...what songs come alive...
What has open new tunes...
Who knew...the sounds they bring...
For many stop just to listen...
Without knowing who rings...


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During This Year What Have I Really Accmplished

During this past year I think of
 what I wanted to  “achieve…”
And think about the things 
  that I’ve received…

I think about the trials and mountains
 that have arisen…
It’s almost like looking through “a glass prism.”

The times we’ve had together… 
As a family normally would.
There are things I wanted to accomplish,
that I knew I could!

But there’s one thing most important
 that is a reminder…
What’s done for God is what I call
 the “ultimate decider…”

The treasures that I lay in heaven will be
 more precious than gold.
And will be a blessing to future 
generations untold.

There are blessings from God  that  I’ve gained… 
  I have very little room 
to really complain…

As this next year is before us 
and is about to appear…
I know the coming of my Lord draws ever so near…

May I make plans to live with my beautiful Lord.
In heaven… May I seek to have my treasures stored…

Only in Christ … Will I find true 
joy and contentment…
May I let go of any unforgiveness or resentment…

Thank you my Lord  for everything
 that you’ve given!
You’ve blessed us and are the
 reason I’m  livin’!

By Jim Pemberton 
12/31/10


Details | ABC | |

Sounds....

Don't cry little girl

The Angels are around you!

Don't Cry little girl...

The Angels are Abound...

Don't Cry little girl...

The Angels are wrapped in their colors...

Don't Cry little Girl

The angels are in Color


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Shoshone Moons

I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
The land
grows dark with white men
like so many ants.
 
It is time
of green corn moon.
 
Their tribe grows: blue knives,
buffalo men, yellow hairs.
 
They speak many tongues,
break words.
 
Yellow corn moon
fills bellies.
 
They still come.
 
Days grow less
like buffalo.
 
We see blood
on brown corn moon
looking through trees.
 
Their tribes grow.
 
I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
Our moons
grow few.  


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keeping good in

so sure to intice my soul 
delight my 
life and make it 
whole, in control 
of all beautiful things 
and promises upload, 
so destin to recieve 
and belive my love,which 
was like an hour glass 
never gone, she 
wore blue and red and never 
a fled sexual flings encounters 
in beds,never upset 
always ready to live to the 
extremity so calm until she 
gone off a drank with me,
I would never fall away from trust a must 
to compromise trust 
emburst into smiles and hugs always 
there to cherrish me the one i love


Details | Limerick | |

Yesterday's News

                At the peak of his power and fame,
           they trembled at the sound of his name,
                      like scared cats sneaking
                          past a dog sleeping,
         they kowtowed before him without shame.


              Now he's down, not much of any use,
                he's history, to them that's obvious,
                               openly  mocking,
                               playfully taunting,
           they now treat him like yesterday's news !


Details | I do not know? | |

Ice Burge

Ice Burge And The Warning

What is life
memories fade away
like youth and the things of the day
talent, skills, and lessons learned
the heat of a flame that burns
poetic passions
and thoughts discerned
time and days to live and learn
who and what to serve
the Jews serve God by remembering his days
yet I fear very few 
are familiar with his ways
and don't you think it's kind of funny
look at how much they love their money
those who expect extras for free
when your already working for them
cheap cheap cheap 
will never leave you a tip
but they'll push or guilt you for a discount
even if your already pissed
those who learn to serve Mammon
sail upon deep and dangerous waters
in their mighty yet sinking ships

It is a warning
for I fear that another Hitler will rise
or worse
the anti-Christ
the son of God was a Jew
and don't you ever wonder
who and what are you
can you see the world through eyes like these
the Sabbath a sign between God and his own
yet the world rests with the beast
and he just might sink his teeth into you
on his next holy day feast

it is a warning
a warning to the children of God
and to the world
and to all of those who become filled with greed
you cannot love God and Mammon
God's true children are humble and meek
you cannot be his child
with out a heart full of love and charity

possession oppression possession oppression
war a demonic feast
and the world will surely destroy herself
I just pray she does not destroy you or me
I offend all for all offend God
who lives without sin
every woman and every man
needs to earnestly repent
and can you see what time it is
the monster sits upon his high mountain
and the world worships him
growing in power and saying, "I am Christian"
all the while teaching the world to sin
and who on this earth is your faithful friend
may the word of the Lord haunt you
until the bitter end


Details | Rhyme | |

God Is My Strength And Fortress

I love you my Lord!  You are my strength!
Your love for me reaches a 
non-measurable length

You Oh lord, are my rock,
fortress and deliverer…
Your beauty shines brighter than
 the purest gold or silver!

You, Oh God… Are the horn of my
 salvation and my high tower…
You reign over the earth in your
 majesty and great power!

I will call upon the Lord who is
 so worthy of all praise…
He is my peace and comforter
 all of my days!

He shall save me from my enemies
 and bring the victory!
I have found strength from him
and a holy sanctuary…

Though the sorrows of death
 often surround me…
God’s victory over death continues
 to astound me!

At times, the crowds of ungodly
 men cause me to fear…
But I draw comfort in knowing 
that God is always near!

I bless the Lord for being
 so steadfast and true!
I don’t really know where I’d be…
 without YOU!

You heard my distress 
and answered my cry…
As one day I shall be with you at
 that mansion in the sky!

By Jim Pemberton  05/30/10  
Read Psalm 18:1-4

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And There Is The Sky-

and there is the sky…
where the cockcrow and dusk meet,
i’m caught, by surprise



Details | Lyric | |

Salacious Poet, For A Bitter Muse

I have admired many, so often, and 
wondered for whom they used to write 
their muses; if not for their lovers, then 
for whom? A poet like me who loved

them for great things. Ah, I know—
a different thought, a different 
style, but not that much concerns 
me, awhile, but the smile in you 

that beamed like magenta moon and 
lured strollers to kiss the twilight night, 
until it dimmed away, so were you, 
ditching the one you loved.  Having 

dazed in the stolen memoirs of 
spring that was mine, I know now— 
admiration, sometimes, if not always has 
a bitter ending…in a poet’s lonely page! 



Details | Haiku | |

It Is A Great View


it is a great view 
tree’s roots holding against time
how far can you see?
	





Details | Verse | |

Winter on the beach...

Today the beach yeilded giant coccoons and huge mussels
Massive  butterfly coccoons made of fairy-floss sea fibre..
Coccoons of fine silk thread like seaweed spun tumbling 
The shore breathing in and out with the gentle white noise waves
Huge mussells left gaping open marrooned on the wet sand.
A small  playgroup is gathered on a flying kites for morning tea.
The toddlers squealing enthusiastically at the colourful kites
 Yellow red and blue kites rose higher circling towards the sun
Seagulls swarmed near the dog bowl drinking its fresh water
A woman pushing a dog in a pram walked towards the beach
A man pushing a pram with a dog on a lead walked by...
Peering out from his pram was a dog too.."too old" said he.


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'NEATH A SPREADING CHESTNUT TREE

Sticks
and stones,
broken leaves-
conkers on the
ground-
games
of joy
fill the air
with a childish
sound


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The Wonder of Spring Downunder.

Can you smell it?
Oh Northern hemisphere,

Let down your hair my
fair lady,Spring is in 
the air down here.
Your Winter is our Summer
Your Autumn is our Spring.
Seasons are celebrated more
so in the Eastern nations
it seems.

Time for the birds, bees and 
flower garlands.
Time for Spring-cleaning and
color streaming.
Time for mates,dates and
great races with laces.

A deep forest tree romance.
Time for the Lover's chase
through fields of long grass.
Time to let old sorrows 
pass and friends to do a dance.
Spring brings amazing things.

Best of all it brings a scent
in the air full of promise
of new things.
Spring...
it's a time to let go for new
beginnings.


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from an old fountain


from an old fountain
i take water for my face —
someone makes a wish.



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A WISH FOR RICHNESS

It may sound foolish or even insane
to have a wish for richness or fame,
and it's perfectly normal and human 
to long for things we don't have;
but it's morally wrong to use them
against others...for one's greed and gain!

That conviction comes from inside,
uncovering the unclearness of doubt...
without being afraid of answers so dark;
faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind..
be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk,
and many will try a thousand times until they find it! 

A small seed will grow into a rich harvest...
sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset,
and all these things you desire
are obtained through prayer;
don't heed the cynic's advice:
push forward  with endless stride!

A wish for richness has different motives,
discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones;
curiousity and effort make people successful,
'till their empty basket is completely full!
Never did I see  believers struggle for food;
it was given because they bow down to a true God! 

Real food comes from the fertile earth,
those who eat it will not know early death;
millions of people die from man-made diseases:
cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex;
if these are to continue, there'll be no one left!  

Be considerate of others...don't do anything
you don't want to be done to yourself;
have the kindest heart overflowing with giving:
never stop at anything, if someone laughs;
your determination is the result of dedication:
let all watch and envy you for your perception!       


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The Excursionists


the excursionists
visiting the lake of green
did they find haiku?


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For You All (My Secret Sin)

For those of you whom say 
I have to much hate in this heart
I don’t hate you with this guilty fever
But I don’t love you either
I don’t hate you with this guilty fever 
But I don’t love you either
And yet they tell me things change 
But when you look back on it  
It all seems strange
Promised to return as one to the manger
Tiptoeing over cement splits
Trying to avoid danger
Reality just dealt you a stiff blow 
When evil is near 
Christians feel a drift in flow
This is the humor in life 
Without stress being detrimental
There’s a little hate in the center of all of us
Being semi-sentimental
My life is portrayed on a conspicuous display
Go ahead and kiss if you may
Shooting for heaven
No way we can miss if we pray
Then again I’m likely to on this day
I was as peaceful and innocent as an old man
Stroking his beard 
Just as his time neared


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Catharsis of the Spray

I shall write an ode one day,
To my lord of the eternal spray,
When I can no longer walk the shore,
When I cannot endure the heat,
Of children starving in the street,
And I can no longer bear to hear,
The screams of spirits, loved ones dear,
And in my ode, I shall ask,
What workman could have forged the glass to block the darkest light from fright,
Maligning my air, my stars, my night?
What engineer could be so skilled,
To devise a foam so potent in form,
Clearing waste of human storm,
The day comes, the sea and I shall be one,
And I sing my ode as devoted son,
Waiting with kindred until child prays,
For our cartharsis of the spray.


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Why Flowers Bloom

You remarked
The anger
You deeply felt

As you
Unveiled yourself
In solitude

Would have 
Burnt to ground
A city, yet

You make
This anger flow, like river
Of joy

To quench
The thirst
Of a desert--

And, flowers bloom to delight our eyes


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Same Country -New Horizons

All that was lost is now forgotten, the pain of the stagnant past fading

A new world, a new city, quite familiar yet different and stronger

A more spiritual people with a similar accent, yet more caring

Whereas before I'd look at the masses and feel challenged

Now the self-contained South Australians have restored my faith

in the country as a whole.

Are the people so wonderful because orchards are plentiful

Is it because the country's best  vineyards are all flourishing here 

With such a vast distance between Metropolitan cities ,television
glues the links.

I like this City with its dinky masonry and many steeples , I like this
State with its compassionate  people.


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Untitled Love


I am--
A poem, the component 
Of heart and
 
Soul
With all the rhythm 
And rhyme that I gush
In wordy hives 

Of craving
Curved, delicately
On a tree, as its 

Blood-stained 
Juices run down the earth
To kiss and reverse the enchantment
Of winter. Ah, I am--

A poem
Not to irritate 
Your eyes

Yet, to please them 
With scented hue 
Of sensuous love, wafting 
From sleep 







   


Details | I do not know? | |

Opened to the Public

Once the paper is kissed with ink of beautiful array,
Only to share with the world today.
Whisk away,
Into the public's arena without delay.
The poet's life is  finished for one to say,
"Are you out there? Hey!"
"Look!"
"I know in the writing I left my life an opened book."
"I'm smiling in saying cheese."
"Give me my privacy! Please!"


Details | I do not know? | |

NEW YEARS DAY

Its new years day
Today
And like any other day,
Some sit down
Sit down to pray
Others just wish
Wish that they meet someone someday
Someone who understands
Understands who they are
And these people only hope
Only hope they make par
For this world is made with diversity
There is always someone though
They meet at bars, clubs, or even universities
Yet whenever you think this thought
This thought that seems
Like the whole world forgot
About you and your problems
Just know this
There is always someone in your corner
You may not have met them yet 
You may not have seen them yet
But you will greet
A certain person
That is worthy of you to meet


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Cinqku 6

dank fog
envelops
a bonfire night-
the party becomes a
damp squib


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Gift-wrapped Boxes

Underneath the huge iced white Christmas tree balls
Eyebrow lifted as she sank back into the leather chair.
Comfortable ,eyes no longer sunken with dehydration.
Gingerbread and curds being sugared and whipped 
eyeing his dessert with determination  , he whispers....
Speaking in unison "A cat has its special scratching tree."
Crumpling her serviette in her fist, she stood up and 
extends her hand spending  the next couple of hours
kissing  on  the soft sofa  with  the glamorous blonde.
Your marriage must come first no matter however
 much you profess to love your mistress.Swallowed.
She will understand and immediately say goodbye.


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Avid, Rabid

       no fuss about those

                   avid friends and rabid foes,

       each one comes then goes!


Details | Free verse | |

When I Lied

I hear 
The rumbling cloud,
As I sit
On a rocking chair;
Long silence…
Then, the rain fall, like angel’s tears;
Today’s sky is gray, for me, and for my god; 
But, when the sun start to peek,
And, smile like before;
I know,
She has forgiven me.
 


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Whom I Did Not Love?

Greetings to you, O, lovely sky
Show me my precious butterfly

Here I am before your majesty
Let us live tomorrow in purity

Like we were together yesterday
Watching the sun faded into gray

Time quickly passes
Age, suddenly, increases

Yet still, I am all alone
Sitting on your marble throne

Can’t you see me from above?
As I pronounce to you my love

In my own song of soft falsetto  
Oh, remain to me, not in incognito

So, tell me Athena, my love
Whom I did not love?


Details | Bio | |

Northern Comfort

malibu coconut rum
cuppa dark hot cocoa
peppermint altoid
ginger altoid
heavy cream
hot mug
swig


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Holiday

Work, 
Again;
When will this working end?
When will be life without work?

Do this… 
Do that…, the master always tell;
And this hard wall is turning soft, ‘cos of hands in swell;
When will I have a day in peace?

When can I get my life back, as a baby?
Yesterday’s work, loaded;
Today, also loaded;
Patience, mon ami, your wish you’ll see. Morrow’s free.  


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My Image

Allow this stranger of another species to become me. how i dare not breathe 
because of my own me. Of all the things that i believe. Of all the things i conceive. 
I'd pick you. Through my journey's. all my paths what forth can i not adhere to. I 
stick with my past. For they seem to last. an won't let this stop me. this has not 
yet  opt to me. Let me go i want to breathe, the air you breathe. the way you walk, 
talk in your sense, know your time of gesture. I am what you want me to be. I can't 
be what anybody else see's. Im just your foreshadow. What the outside sees 
before the inside does. Help me get me out of here. Oh i can't im stuck until you 
die away and remember you are beautiful. Inside and out. Im your mother. Im 
your Mirror Image.


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leaf

looking at the water
i look at this leaf
as it gets hotter
wonder what's underneth

like the leaf falls from the trees
i fall now on my own
as i go now to my knees
the time of life is shown

people say the today of life
is nothing but a strain
i am way too stifled
right now to complain

so as i walk 
i see the leaf
and as i talk
about what's beneth

i sit and i wonder
about what is worth
as i feel the thunder
that was delt with my birth

sorry it burns
the way that it does
no wonder the urns
called my name cuse

it all hurts so badly
and i dont want to leave
but just like the leaf sadly
ive got somthing to achieve


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Pungent


                           public opinion

                maybe pungent or pleasant

                        like scent of onion


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It's 3:00 P.M.

the land is now in spring, where 
beautiful flowers and wild tares 
grow, side by side; it’s 3:00 p.m.

when my spirits stopped 
wandering…and listens to the echoes 
of immortalities

as the passing wind sighs
between the past and the future
between the heaven and the earth

thou, I was not there, when 
the land
spilled out and died, ‘cos of hatred 

and greediness 
and self ambition; but
i am here, right now

lying, silently, with a cul-de-sac 
as my pillow, on this grassy field
thanking them…and thinking…

what life would be, without them--- 
the fallen whisperers, who gave themselves
for us, to breathe this afternoon air?


   



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Celebrating New Year

We eat…
Not ‘cos there is plenty of food 

We drink…
Not ‘cos the enemies had fallen

We dance…
Not ‘cos we won the sacred war 

            ….But simply….

                                       We eat…
Just for the passing of the year
	
                                    We drink… 
Just for another year will come

                                  We dance…
Just for welcoming a New Year

             …..You see…

There’s nothing more, nothing less
The whole world, still, without rest

            …..Come now…

It is New Year, let’s have some fun
Just do not come with a loaded gun


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Who Can Stop The Power Of Love?

I’m not Earth, nor Mars---a man’s thing;
But, I keep on floating…and revolving.

So I may say…cold winter‘s fast fading;
How many more days left before spring?

Thou now I smell its untimely presence;
And while hot summer is still far; hence

My timid heart is already sweltering,
As you passes-by every morning.

Whilst I, alone, by the room window
Keep on dreaming…of you, as you go.


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Let's Make New Year Really New

Tomorrow, the year will come to end
And, another New Year is set to begin
Peace, love, wisdom…..against all sin 
Celebration is indeed in our own hand

But, what is new……..in a new year?
If, the old things hadn’t really passed
If, our bad postures are still within us
If, kids sleep not at night, ‘cos of fear 

Let’s make a difference, can not we? 
Something really new...in a new year
That the whole world live not in fear
That we feel spirit that’s meant to be



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Seasons of the Damned

Birds perch on trees 
cavorting, singing,
happily proclaiming 
a day's awakening.

Leaves spring forth 
from tiny boughs
smiling, greeting,
softly saying hello.

Flowers burst out
in wild, vivid colors,
wanton, shameless,
amid hills and plains.  

As fishes leap wildly,
the brook flows lazily,
freely on its long way 
to the wide open sea.

Then just as suddenly
all come to a standstill,
screwing up the living,
changing life to death.

Birds are there no more,
lifeless the firm branches
where they used to play,
into gold turn the leaves,
making bare the trees.

And come white blankets
enveloping the silent earth,
turning bleak and desolate
what once teemed with life.

Seasons come and they go,
returning and then departing,
but what never, ever changes
is man’s mad march to war. 


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Living who's Life?

Constellations of no account,
About swimming in nonexistent.
Conceived from thought into breath,
Birth.
Only to live to die all in one stage scene lifetime.
And what obtains the living into reality?
Many things.
Wondering of one,
The idea set from the hearts of numberless.
Stream-flow of the walking average;
Breathe,
Eat,
Work,
Pay taxes,
Cable minded,
Dreaming to tread water,
Never determined to challenge the ordinary.
And final destination,
The path-journey to the realm to a close, 
Earth-existing.
Norm of the influenced world calling this 'the unique way.'
Nevertheless,
 Why do souls quarrel daily in the silent mist against this current-voyage?
Questioning,"Is this it!"
Knowing the theory of de-evolution is true & lives.
From human bowing to less.
O' how dreamers die still living in,
A society declining of fate that seems to never-end.